The Light at the End

"No, not again Michael!" I yelled as I scratched at his
face.
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" He yelled back at me as he
slapped me across my left cheek. I cried. I laid on the couch in
agony holding my face with my hand.

"Every fucking time you come home drunk. We get into a
fight. You always hurt me. Do you think I want this. I love you.
I just don't think I can be dealing with this all the time," I
said calmly letting out my silent tears as he stumbled into his
bedroom. He came back, he had something in his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said sobbing loudly. He pulled the thing out
from behind his back and raised it up to his head. BANG!

"NO!" I yelled as I ran to where he lie with the puddle of
blood forming around his head.

"Baby, baby! Come on! You can't do this to me!" I screamed
at the top of my lungs and I slapped him gently hoping he would
wake up. I held his head in my hands. He was gone. I placed his
head gently on the ground, then I ran to get my phone from my
purse. Then I realized I had left it in my car.

"Fuck!" I wiped the tears from my face, smearing the blood
near my eyes. I darted out the apartment, everything was blurry
from the tears in my eyes. It was dark out, considering it was
barely 3 o'clock in the morning. As I ran down the stairs I saw a
neighbor walking up to his apartment, but I was too panicked to
ask for his help. When I reached the car I was shaking terribly,
I dropped the keys. I was broken. My night couldn't go any
better, then I drop the keys. I pick them up and unlock the car
door. I couldn't find my phone, so I ran back to the apartment
with my purse.

"I believe there was a murder in my apartment complex, 25881
Main Street," said the neighbor that I had seen when I was
running to get my purse.

"No! What are you doing?" I yelled at him and took his phone
from him.

"Get away from me!," he yelled, "the cops are on their way.

"No, no, no, no, no." I repeated as I leaned on the wall and
I slid down and wrapped my arms around my legs. I looked up after
a few minutes.

"He committed suicide." I said trying to hold back more of
the tears.

"I-I'm sorry." the guy said, I could tell he really was by
the tone of his voice.

"Don't be." I said, then I looked into the house and started
crying even harder. Then the guy closed the door. I stood up from
the spot I was in.

"He was all I had left." I said leaning on the stair railing
next to him.

"You don't have any relatives?" he asked concerned.

"No, my Mom passed away when I was two from suicide and my
Dad passed away last year from a drug overdose." I said wiping
more of the tears away from my face.

"How old are you?" he asked looking out into the street.

"16." I said peeling the split ends from my hair.

"Wow, you're really young, how old was he?"

"22."

"Was he your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I met him at the church my father and I used to go
to, I met him 2 years ago, we've been dating for 5 months."

"What's your name?" he asked taking out a cigarette from his
shirt pocket.